A gentle breeze and sun that wants to warm your back is calling. What would be better than a picnic by bike?
The plan sounds dreamy, but I worry over the details. How many deviled eggs? Should I bring my lace parasol? Hypoallergenic or anti-bacterial baby wipes? I’m a sweaty mess even before I touch the saddle.
I’m not much of a planner so I have learned that I need to get my pack assembled in fifteen minutes at to avoid fretting too much. First, I plan for a familiar picnic spot. A day courting recreational sunstroke goes much better when you can count on some familiar creature comforts. A functional restroom and water fountain are picnic gold.
